Zhou Qianlin glared at Lan Jue, "Tell me, what should I do?"
Lan Jue shook his head, "This is the end of the matter. It's my fault. All of this is caused by my admitting to the wrong person. I don't know how to compensate you. You can do whatever you say." Chang Cheng, as a man, what he can do is to have the courage to admit his mistakes and take full responsibility.
Zhou Qianlin looked at Lan Jue with complicated emotions in her beautiful eyes. At this time, Lan Jue was no longer in the same clothes as when he snatched her back.
The white shirt, the straight dark blue trousers with dark checks, the neat clothes and his somewhat disheveled black hair give people a strange sense of disorder in order. The originally handsome face with a bit of evil, now has a lowered brow and a pleasing appearance, like a child who has made a mistake.
Biting her lower lip with her white teeth, Zhou Qianlin got up.
"Find me clean clothes."
"Okay." Without hesitation, Lan Jue turned around and walked out. After taking a few steps, he stopped again. After a slight pause, he walked towards the innermost cabinet in the room.
Standing in front of the cabinet door, he seemed to be hesitating, but he finally opened the cabinet, and soon, he took out some clothes from it, turned and walked towards Zhou Qianlin.
There was a sneer on Zhou Qianlin's face, "You are very used to bringing women back."
Lan Jue walked up to her, and gently put the clothes in his hand beside her, a trace of undetectable sadness flashed in his eyes, "Your sister's."
Zhou Qianlin has been staring at him, just caught his fleeting eyes. Although Lan Jue hid it well, the pain that originated from the deepest part of his heart was so profound.
Picking up the clothes around her, Zhou Qianlin immediately smelled a refreshing smell. Every piece of clothes was neatly folded, and Lan Jue's gaze was always on these clothes, like looking at treasures.
Even Tianhuo Avenue's friends who are close to him, no one knows that in the jeweler's mind, no matter how expensive the jewelry is, it is not as precious as the clothes in the cabinet in his room.
"Hello!"
A call woke Lan Jue from his thoughts, and when he looked up, he happened to see Zhou Qianlin's unfriendly eyes.
"Sorry." Lan Jue stroked his chest with his right hand, subconsciously saluted a gentleman. Quickly turned around and walked aside.
The sound of Xixi Suso kept coming from behind, but Lan Jue didn't feel any charm in his heart, but more of disappointment and sadness.
After all, she is not Jinyu, no matter how similar she looks, she is not my Hera. If she wasn't full of apologies, and she was her younger sister, Lan would never open the closet. Of course, his purpose of opening the closet was not just to apologize.
Footsteps sounded, and Lan Jue subconsciously looked back.
In an instant, he seemed to be struck by his own lightning, and he stood there completely motionless.
The long skirt is as white as snow, with a little more fat and a little less thinness. It is slim and fit without any redundancy. Although the white dress was clean and without any decorations, it seemed too simple compared to the jewel-encrusted wedding dress not far away.
However, that long black hair is like the most beautiful pattern on this white dress, and those dark blue eyes are more like the most touching gems in the world. Her beauty is flawless and psychic. The beauty is in every detail, and the beauty is suffocating.
"Jinyu..." His voice was trembling.
Zhou Qianlin just stood up and walked towards him. But in the next moment, she found that she was rubbed into a firm, hot, and trembling embrace.
This embrace was so hot that it seemed to melt her. She should have been angry, but after a short period of stiffness, her hands almost subconsciously hugged him back clumsily.
"Jinyu, my Hera, I miss you so much." He murmured, closing his eyes, as if returning to the past. Lan Jue's body became hot unconsciously.
Zhou Qianlin parted her cherry lips a few times, wanting to remind him. However, when the sound reached his lips, he couldn't bear to destroy everything in front of him.
Everything is so familiar, he still remembers that she likes white the most, spotless white. As a girl, she doesn't like the magnificence of jewelry, just the opposite of him. But he always told her that she was the most beautiful jewel in his heart. If Romanee-Conti is the jewel left by the gods, then she is the most dazzling jewel on the crown of the god king in his heart.
Zhou Qianlin's delicate face was originally cold. Any girl who suddenly encounters today's unimaginable event will never look too good-looking.
However, in that hot embrace, there seemed to be endless magic power, which quietly melted her.
The stiff delicate body gradually softened, even her heart.
It turns out that a man can love a woman to such an extent.
The coldness on her face quietly melted in this scorching embrace.
He held her waist with one hand, and gently stroked her smooth but somewhat messy black hair with the other hand. The strands of hair rippling under his fingertips gradually became neater.
It is a kind of care, a kind of care that comes from the depths of the heart. It is a kind of cherishing, cherishing more than life.
"Hera, Hera..." he called softly. However, she never got a response. The familiar delicate body, even the familiar body fragrance, but her gentle voice was missing.
Suddenly, Lan Jue seemed to wake up with a start, he straightened up suddenly, and looked down at the person in his arms.
But Zhou Qianlin jumped away from his arms like a frightened little rabbit. She clasped her arms around her chest, her delicate face was already blushing.
Lan Jue's eyes were in a trance for a while, her clothes were the same, but she was new, even though everything about her looked so similar to Hera. However, she lacked Hera's eyes that seemed to melt people when she looked at her.
There was silence in the room, Lan Jue didn't say anything, and Zhou Qianlin didn't speak either. Their moods are equally complicated, but their emotions are very different.